Poem: turning Time

The rain is here, and it looks to stay.

The journey to see another day is hurting my race.

Trying to focus on what is right but keep ending up in the wrong place.

Is it by luck or is it just a me thing?

Not sure what to make of this, but to try and be true.

My eyes are crying out why so blue.

I do not care to be real if everything around me is fake.

My dear all I want is to see another day.

There is no turning back from what my heart is trying to heal.

I need to know where this is going and will time ever turn.

The true is it has just not the way we wanted it to go.


Poem: Hills of Time

Time is the enemy that we all have.

It is something that drives this life we live.

We try to run from it, but it always catches us.

That is why we this game is called life.

At some point the time will stop.

The darkness can no longer keep us safe.

The hill is only as tall as the mountain behind it.

The way to the top can also lead you to the bottom.

The wind will blow you one way.

It is up to us to figure out what to do with it.

One day could be today, and then tomorrow will never come.

This could be the end and all that is left to be done.

Poem: Get Moving

The lesson with time is one that is unknown.

It is something we all need, but also something that will run out.

Tomorrow is here, and for some the clock has stop.

There is no turning back, you can only go forward.

Who is to say what you are doing is the right thing?

You have thing you want, but sometimes the dreams are not clear.

The clock will always tick, it is up to you weather you let it stop.

Plans are good, but they cannot always be.

You have to keep moving if you want to be free.

There is no you and me when it comes to this.

We tried that thing before and learn that does not exist.

Get to the goal for tomorrow is not clear.

Live in the moment and jump at your fears.  

There are not guarantee when your clock will run out.